Backseat Driver In The Front Seat... [(Almost) Completely True Travel Story; Personal; Humor? ; Love? ] Poem by Bri Edwards

For six hundred miles, over two days (LONG) ,
I did the driving, and I guess did it WRONG!
At least that was what my partner seemed to say.
Of course, being behind the wheel, I had MY way! !

“You’re going too fast! ' 'You’re going too slow! '
'We’ll have an accident and have to get a tow.”

“I can’t keep both eyes always on our speed!
To keep track of surrounding traffic, ………….my eyes I NEED!
Besides, I heard once it’s good, one’s speed, to vary;
I’m sorry if you find my driving so DAMN scary.”

“Admit it, Bri, you’ve had accidents galore,
while I‘ve had NONE at all ……my whole life through.”
“Well, dear, I didn’t realize you’ve been keeping score,
AND, besides, most of THOSE were not MY fault! …… It’s TRUE! ! ! ”

“Watch out! The brake lights ahead of us are red! ”
“Why are you in this lane? ” “Stay away from that TRUCK! ”

But SOMEHOW …….I had no accident. NO, we are NOT now dead.
I guess ‘backseat driving’ shows my partner’s love for me. With it I am STUCK.

(September 9, 2015)